we live in spain.
and we are very tired.
listen, i have so much to share with you, but i am also so tired.
lack of sleep during the 24 hour trip here + adjusting to a six hour time difference has me slow. i am not a napper, but i took two naps today. one was a real nap, slept for quite a while in fact. the other i laid in the dark with a fan on me for a good half hour or so, and i am honestly not sure if i slept or not. did you hear me? i don’t know if i slept or not. that is how tired i am! did i sleep? dunno. but i rested.
i am trying to not be hard on myself about not getting more done. sure, we’ve gotten phones and visited the mayor’s office to request our padron and spent time with the neighbors and gotten a good week worth of groceries, but we also have our suitcases (nine total between carryon suitcases and full size ones) and three backpacks/bags laying everywhere vomiting up our possessions throughout the house. it is very disorganized and you know i hate that. but at the same time, with my foggy brain the idea of trying to organize anything is… laughable.
we are getting plenty done and we are also not getting much done. progress, not perfection, right? okay to rest when you are tired, right?
i feel like i should be telling you more, sharing moments and stories and photos on all the socials because oh there are so many stories. but for now, just know: we arrived here (tho we had everything that could go wrong do so in our travels), the house needs a lot of work but man will it be amazing, and we are so content here in little l’albi, lleida, catalonia, spain. we just keep saying to each other,
we live in spain.
